Page 11 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

“Mmm,” he mumbles against my lips. “You taste like strawberry.”

“Youtaste like strawberry.”

He laughs. “I suppose I do. Now, less talking, more tongue.”

“You started it.”

Our prolonged make out sesh surprises me. While I’m not complaining exactly, part of me is wondering how long I have to keep this up until he pops my two-year cherry.

His lips ravage my neck. I crane my head back to give him all the space he needs. It feels sooooo good. I just know I’m already soaked down there. Lucas Montana may be even better at kissing than I am.

He licks the deep V in my neckline. “Let’s get to that unwrapping.”

Urging my sweater up and over my head, he then strips off my leggings and drops them both on the floor. He kneels back on his haunches, eyes raking over my body in the dim light.Don’t cover up, don’t cover up, I implore myself as the heat of his gaze consumes me.

“Holy shit.” His head shakes. “I’m living out my childhood fantasy.”

My eyes settle on the huge bulge tenting his khakis. Never being one to be forward, I surprise myself…again… by reaching out for him. As my hand skims along the outline of his impressive erection, I figure turning thirty-five has empowered me somehow.

He unbuckles his belt and loosens his pants. When I slip my hand beneath them and into his tight boxer briefs, he inhales a sharp breath through his teeth. “Fuuuuuuck.” He grabs my wrist and closes his eyes tightly, almost in meditation. “If you don’t want me to shoot my load like I would have in high school, you’ll stop that and let me have you like I want you.”

I giggle and put my hands out to my sides.

As I watch, he sheds his shoes, pants, and underwear, and gets a condom from his wallet. He’s back to kneeling on the bed, his erection standing tall and proud, and, wow, I can’t tear my eyes away from it. He’s so…big.

All of a sudden, I’ve gone from wanting him to end my dry spell to wondering if he’s going to break me.

“It’ll fit,” he says, as if it’s not the first time a woman's eyes have nearly popped out of her head at the sight.

I guess it wouldn’t be. If you’re a guy with a huge penis, there are bound to be concerns.

“As long as you’re ready.” He grins then rips my panties clean off me and plunges a finger inside. “Jesus,” he mumbles when he finds me most definitely ready. He quickly puts the condom on and hovers over me for a second. “Regan fucking Lucas.” His head shakes again. “Your brother would kill me if he knew what I’m about to do to you.”

I reach around and grab his ass cheeks. “Good thing he’s not here then.”

He sinks into me and I moan. At the stretching. The fullness. The incredible feeling of having more than a silicone-covered piece of machinery inside me.

Going slow at first and getting me used to him, he carefully glides in and out. When I don’t resist, he speeds up.Oh god, this is good. It’s exactly what I’ve been missing. But when some of those familiar tingles build in my lower belly, I get all up in my head like I used to.

I tell myself this is different.He’sdifferent. He has no expectations. No demands. And besides, I’m older now. I’m not doing this for anyone but myself.

Let go already.

I try and try and try to relax and let it happen. But the more I try, the more I know it’s not going to.

I sigh in disappointment.

Lucas takes it as a sign of enjoyment. So I go with it. Just like I always have. I make the appropriate noises. I squirm and buck my hips and even give a little shout. I’m very convincing.Not my first rodeo. And he’s drunk. So, how much attention is he really paying?

“Uuuuuuungh!” he calls out, spasms, then stills.

He collapses onto me, fully sated and spent.

I stare at the ceiling, ashamed.

He rolls to my side. I think he’s watching me, but the light from the doorway is behind him so I can’t be sure. Maybe he’s just basking in post-coital bliss. I lean back into the pillow and envy him.

“You okay, Regan?”

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